For the most part, in the drama of crochet, there is a tendency to think of the crocheter as the actor, and the project as that which is being acted upon, and while I can admit that this is the way that most projects begin, it is not how they end.
At some point, after days (or weeks or months) of pushing a project toward its end, things suddenly and unexpectedly reverse, and rather than you acting on your project, your project acts on you, and that is exactly where I found myself this past weekend with the “If pigs (and dogs and birds and bears and frogs and lions and turtles) could fly” project.
This is how the project looked on Thursday afternoon:
The fifth row was completed and ready to be joined to the previous four.
I had very much wanted to set the project aside for a day or two so that I could work on other unfinished projects over this weekend, but when I got up Friday morning, I thought I would just join the one row and finish weaving in some ends.
Once those crafting tasks were completed, I made a hexagon, telling myself I would make just one, but before I knew it, I had made enough hexagons for an entire row.
Eventually, I got to row seven:
which looked quite fetching with the other six rows:
and looked even better when it was all attached and the ends were properly woven in:
When I finish the next row, I will officially be past the halfway point (if the border is not included) of this project that I stumbled on 18 days ago while looking for something else.
I don’t know if I will continue to work on this project straight through until it is done, or if it will loosen the grip that it has on my time and my psyche and allow me a moment or two to work on another project in need of finishing.
Either way, my crochet adventures continue.